We went back to the shelter today,
And she shook for the first time since i began to foster her…
She clung to me and flicked her tongue.
she did could not know I was filling out the paperwork of commitment, not relinquishment…
(It is a lovely shelter, filled with nice caring people…)
(But also filled with critters who need homes)
And she was stressed, even as I was elated.
How do we know we belong?
How do we know when we are home?
But OH the joy when she found she was back at the house with the Big Dog and the Little Dog!
And perhaps, also, with me.
We are home when we know we are wanted.
We are home when we know we are loved.
Yeah I adopted a dog today, makes me kind sappy…. love is like that.